“Don’t scare her too bad, man. We don’t want her pissing herself,” Pete said with a smile, his yellow teeth catching the weak light from the window. His voice trembled with excitement.
Brook rained blows on Jase’s head and shoulders with her small fists. Jase ignored her and sucked roughly on her breasts, chewing at her nipples.
“You’re hurting me,” she moaned. “Please stop!” She tried to push him off, but it was like trying to move a concrete post. Desperate, she pinched the skin on his neck, pulled his hair, and squirmed in an attempt to slide from beneath him.
“Holy shit, she’s a fighter!” Benny exclaimed, obviously pleased. “My kinda woman. That’s right, sugar! Don’t make it too easy on him. Make him work for it, baby!”
Brook’s heaving body and flailing fists finally angered Jase. “Hold the fuck still.” He pulled back and threw a punch to her stomach. “How the hell am I supposed to fuck you when you’re flopping all over the place?”
Brook sucked for air, finally drew a breath, and groaned. Pulling up onto his knees, Jase reached for the waistband of her pants. Brook got a foot up and kicked, leaving a bloody gouge across his abdomen.
“Fuck! You stupid cunt.” Jase struck her in the face with his fist, and her senses reeled.
“Ah fuck, dude!” Pete protested. “Did you have to hit her so hard?”
Jase, breathing hard, stared down at Brook. “I barely tapped her.” He turned and yelled at Benny and Pete. “Make yourselves useful. Get those damn shoes off this bitch and one of you hold her arms, or I am gonna beat the shit outta her.”
Glad to participate, both men dropped eagerly to the mattress. Benny grabbed the shoes from her feet, running his hands over her legs. He rubbed the bottom of Brook’s foot against the hardness of his crotch, but quit when she regained some of her senses and kicked.
Pete wrestled Brook’s arms over her head and captured both of her hands in one of his. Leaning forward, he tweaked her bruised nipples with his free hand, pinching and pulling on them. Gasping, Brook tried to pull her arms free, but Pete merely tightened his hold.
Jase ripped off her pants, with Benny helping free her legs from the torn fabric. He flung them across the room and then made short work of her panties. Reaching for his fly, his dark eyes glinted with anticipation.
In the next room, the banging ceased. Apparently, Gina had reached the point her anger overcame her fear of Jase. She flung the bedroom door open and took in the scene in a glance. Her face flushed bright red. “Pete!” she cried. “What the hell are you doing? Get your hands off that bitch, you two-timing sack of shit!”
“Help me! Oh god, please help me!” Brook begged Gina.
“Get the hell outta here, bitch!” Jase growled at Gina. “Now!”
Pete looked more confused than guilty. “What’s the matter, Gina? You don’t need to worry, baby. I love you and only you; this is just a little bit of fun. Go wait in the other room for me, sweetie. This won’t take long.”
Gina stood with her fists clenched at her sides and glared at the group. Pete’s face turned hard. “Go on, I mean it, now. This ain’t your concern.”
“No, don’t go,” Brook screamed. “You have to help me; you have to get me out of here!” Gina refused to look at her, fixing her gaze instead on Pete.
“Fuck you, Pete! I hate you! I hate you all!” Gina slammed the door and stomped away. Pete turned his attention back to the fun at hand. He watched as Jase positioned himself to enter the woman.
“No,” Brook whimpered as Jase slammed into her, holding nothing back, almost as if he hated her. He tore her tender flesh, ripping her as he entered without lubrication. Brook screamed in agony, arching her back, attempting to throw this unwanted burden from her. But, Jase’s weight held her in place.
Benny ran his hands up and down, caressing Brook’s leg. “How’s it feel, dude? How’s it feel? Is it good?” Jase ignored him and looked down at Brook.
“You like my rod, don’t you, you rich bitch? It’s a hard rod, a big rod. A hot rod." Panting, he finally finished and collapsed on top of her. His face shone with perspiration and the patchouli scent grew stronger, overwhelming. Brook choked on the smell.
Jase didn’t lie there long before he was prodded by Benny. “Come on, man, it's my turn. Move your ass.”
“Have at it!” Jase smirked as he stood. Using a corner of the sheet, he wiped blood from his genitals and zipped up his pants. He then began to encourage Benny. “Crawl on up in there, dude. Drive it home! Stick it to her, man.”
Benny acted on Jase’s coaching with enthusiasm as Brook lay inert under the assault. “Clark,” she whispered. “Where are you, Clark? Help me. I need you.” But Benny didn't hear her; he gripped her shoulders and used them for leverage as he heaved on top of her. Turning her eyes to the corner of the room, she imagined she saw Clark standing there, with his hands in his pockets and a sad look on his face. Her heart lifted; she was convinced he truly was in the room. “Clark,” she moaned. “Thank god! Help me.” She blinked and the image evaporated, but not before all three men looked in the direction she had been staring, as if they also expected to see someone there.
“Bitch is losing it,” Jase laughed and then, “Do it, Benny. Do her!”
Evening was approaching and Jase flipped the light on so he could see Benny’s handiwork. Brook closed her eyes against the harsh glare. Tears leaked down the sides of her face into her hair.
“Yeah, that’s it, slam it in, ram it in,” Jase urged. “Fuck that rich bitch. Do it harder! Yeah! Ram it home, man. Oh, yeah, ram that rod home!” He rubbed his crotch as he watched.
“I am!” Benny groaned. “And she likes it. Don’t you, baby? She’s getting off. I swear she’s fucking getting off!”
“No! Oh, no, no,” Brook wailed.
Brook cried and pleaded until she was hoarse. She twisted and squirmed until Jase kicked her in the side. A sharp pain bloomed within her ribcage. Pete kept her hands corralled, and Jase moved to the end of the mattress to hold her feet apart. Finally, Benny, too, was done. She looked up at Benny’s face hanging over her. His eyes were rolled back, and his lips were tightened in a grimace of fulfillment. Sweat dripped from his brow and fell onto her cheek. She felt sick to her core. She couldn’t fight off these men; they were much too strong for her.
Brook caught her breath. She was torn, both mentally and physically, but she was still alive, whether she wanted to be or not. In a flash, Brook remembered how she had formed judgments when she would hear a report of rape on the evening news. She’d always wondered why women didn’t fight off their attackers. Now she realized how naïve and pretentious her assumptions had been.
As Benny lay panting on top of her, Brook feared she might die. Her eye throbbed. There was a burning ache in her privates and blood ran from between her legs. Her stomach hurt with every movement and she worried she might have internal injuries. Brook almost wished her injuries would kill her; at least she’d be away from these men, these monsters. But another part of her wanted to live to see another day. Unreasonable as it was, she still hoped her captors would have a change of heart and release her. Or that she might find a way to escape. More tears filled her eyes.
“Way to go, Benny!” Jase congratulated him. “You rocked the bitch’s world.”
“I did, didn’t I?” Benny agreed, still breathing hard from his exertions. He propped himself on his elbows and looked down at Brook. “That was fucking awesome, babe.” Brook was revolted when he kissed her cheek before rolling off her, then stood and stretched his muscles in a leisurely fashion, as if showing off his physique. Finally, he pulled up his pants.